The termite removal people turned up to do their job. The bloke told me that they’d be here at 7:00 am and I agreed that it was a decent time. I get up at 7:00 am and I figured they’d get here later – it was just a ballpark time. Stupid me! Bang on 7, there was a knock on the door… Luckily, I got up a few minutes earlier, just not early enough to have a cup of coffee, so my conversational skills were not at my best and I won't bore you with the details. Mainly because I can't remember as I wasn't 'technically' awake.
They did their thing and left. We’re still waiting on getting the holes fixed but would you believe the real estate agent said we must have disturbed the termites so they went underground. So very sorry for actually cleaning the home we live in. Promise not to do that ever again! (Sarcasm intended)
And then…
A few days ago…
Dad was outside near our BBQ and then he scurried in the house. Note to Dad - When you’re a big man, scurrying is not a good look and arouses suspicion.
Me: What’s wrong?
Dad: Nothing. You don’t want to know.
Me: Snake!?!
Dad: Yes. A small dead brown snake. They’re really poisonous. I wonder where the Mum and brothers are?
Me : (curled up on a chair) WTF? Next time don’t tell me!
Dad: I said you didn’t want to know…
No. I don’t want to know but I do now. I'm sorry I know but I also don’t want to know where the Dad, Mum and brother snakes are.
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